Die on a Rope

Tell me something, tell me stupid Will I die, will I die on a rope? Tell me something, tell me stupid Will I die, will I die? I wish that you didn't love me no more I've been dead for years I wish that you didn't own me no more I've been here before Tell me something, tell me stupid Will I die, will I die on a rope? Tell me something, tell me stupid Will I die, will I die? No, I won't! Tell me something, tell me stupid Will I die, will I die on a rope? Tell me something, tell me stupid Will I die, will I die? I want to draw the blood from your neck Spill the lies in your bed I will give you a holy white rose Cut the tongue from your head, yeah, yeah, yeah Tell me something, tell me stupid Will I die, will I die on a rope? Tell me something, tell me stupid Will I die, will I die? No, I won't! Tell me something, tell me stupid Will I die, will I die on a rope? Tell me something, tell me stupid Will I die, will I die? I belong to a line of red scent Teach the heart to reflect The wound is wise for primal black eyes A scarlet letter in my chest, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah Oh, yeah, yeah

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